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thrown up all around him. He shifted his weight fromfoot to foot, reading the undulations in the mountainside.
    The wingtip cut through the ice, firing chips of it intoJimmy’s face and chest. But he didn’t care. He couldfeel himself gradually slowing down.
    Then he hit a rock. The wing leapt into the air,catapulting Jimmy with it. He was thrown up with suchforce that he thought his bones would be ripped freefrom their joints. He heard his own voice crying out,distant and unfamiliar. The cold bit at his skin and all hecould see was intense whiteness.
    Then: THUD !
    He hit something – and the total white turned tototal black.

04 SEND THE ENFORCER
    Eva watched the shadows shift across the turrets of theTower of London to distract herself from the stifling airinside the car and the awkward silence. She and Mitchellhad been parked there for at least half an hour, sheguessed, with specific instructions not to get out. In thattime, they had barely spoken. She was quite happy to keepit that way, but eventually Mitchell broke the silence.
    “So your parents think you’re dead?” he blurted.
    Nice conversation starter , thought Eva. She shruggedand turned to look out of the other window, across TrinitySquare, to the sombre crowd around the MercantileMarine Memorial. She couldn’t see anything that was goingon, just a neat row of people’s backs about twenty metresaway. She noted how unusual it was for so many people ata memorial service to be wearing bright colours. That wasbecause a lot of them were military personnel in finestdress uniform. The civil servants and journalists were all inblack though, making the overall effect like a mingling ofpeacocks and ravens.
    “Don’t you mind that they think you’re dead?” Mitchellpressed. “They might, like, miss you or something.”
    Eva sighed. “We didn’t get on that well, OK?”she explained. “My brothers know I’m fine. That’s allI care about.”
    “You’re lucky you even know your parents,” Mitchellmumbled.
    For a second, Eva felt a pang of sympathy. Mitchellnever spoke about his own family. She felt the urge toexplain that she knew all about what had happened to him:that his parents were killed in a car crash when he was ababy… that he’d escaped from his foster home… that hisbrother had beaten him… But she also knew what lay atthe root of it all: Mitchell was the first child to have beengenetically programmed to grow into the perfectGovernment assassin.
    Eva shuddered and deliberately pushed away hersympathy. The boy next to her was the enemy. Shehad to remember that. Already he’d been sent severaltimes to kill Jimmy Coates. The thought of it made hercatch her breath. Jimmy’s sister was her best friend.It was for Jimmy and Georgie Coates that she riskedher life every day, undercover at NJ7.
    She reached forwards to the driver’s seat and turnedthe ignition one click so she could open her window.
    “Hey,” Mitchell objected. “The windows are tinted for areason, you know.”
    Instinctively he tried to lean across her for the button.When he realised how close that brought them to eachother, he froze. Eva glared.
    “It’s just a couple of centimetres, OK?” she protestedsoftly.
    Mitchell pulled back.
    “If anyone finds out the British Secret Serviceis employing two thirteen-year-olds Miss Bennett will gomental.”
    “Who’s going to find out?” Eva asked. “Even if the presssee us they can’t print anything about it, can they?Everything has to be approved by the Government pressoffice.”
    “I dunno. Miss Bennett said to stay out of sight. That’sall. Otherwise we’d be standing over there, wouldn’t we?”He nodded his head towards the throng of people. “And Ishould be out there. You know, paying respects, orwhatever. I went on a mission with Paduk. I was partlytrained by him.”
    “You train yourself,” Eva snapped. “You went for runswith him, that’s all.”
    Mitchell didn’t answer. He knew she was right. Shewas always